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Keeping my cockatoo warm …

With the temps dipping into the teens recently, I’ve been closing off the back porch at night and pulling Sydney inside since the woodstove doesn’t do a great job of heating that space. So we’ve been spending our mornings up close and personal, which means we’re watching parrot videos on YouTube and having breakfast together (the cabin is pretty tiny, so his cage is between the woodstove and the beautiful black walnut table I bought at Chesterhill Produce Auction.)

Chicken bones for dinner …
Reacting to a cheeky cockatiel who is whistling Oh, Susanna. Syd often tries to sing along, but alas, he’s all squawks and gibberish with no sense of melody.